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 Hedda.

Well yes—since you put it so.

Brack.

Not a day has passed but I have wished that you were home again.

Hedda.

And I have done nothing but wish the same thing.

Brack.

You? Really, Mrs. Hedda? And I thought you had been enjoying your tour so much!

Hedda.

Oh yes, you may be sure of that!

Brack.

But Tesman's letters spoke of nothing but happiness.

Hedda.

Oh, Tesman! You see, he thinks nothing so delightful as grubbing in libraries and making copies of old parchments, or whatever you call them.

Brack.

[With a spice of malice.] Well, that is his vocation in life—or part of it at any rate.

Hedda.

Yes, of course; and no doubt when it's your vocation. But I! Oh, my dear Mr. Brack, how mortally bored I have been.